LoveBite [2]

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"This is the strangest form of torture I've ever heard of." Satine states from where she sits on the ground, leaning against the wall.

"Who says we're trying to torture you, любовь?" Haven smirks and she sighs.

"Love." She shakes her head, speaking near a whisper. "I know you want to torture me."

"Maybe." She grins. "But in what way?"

"Kinky." She nods and she rolls her eyes. "Why would you bring me here of all places? Why didn't you just put me under your control, just like my sweet little dad did?" She tosses her hand.

"What?" Her brows furrow.

"Dreykov." She says and the girls all look at each other in confusion. "Yelena found out about a supposed second daughter of Dreykov's that has strength like mine. She was his favorite." She states shamefully and Haven slowly smiles before she turns back to the mic.

"Dreykov isn't your dad." She chuckles. "He's your burden."

With that, the screen on the wall turns on and Satine quickly turns and moves up to her feet.

"You may have been his favorite killer, but you were also his favorite torture."

She plays around on her own little screen as Satine steps up to the TV. In front of her is a picture of her in a chair, chained to the floor with a tight muzzle over her mouth, locking her against the back of the chair.

"When was this?" She crosses her arms.

"You were eight years-old when they took to electroshock therapy to try to strengthen your mind. I'll be it, they added a few extra chemicals to help." She nods sideways.

The video begins to play and Dreykov places his hands on her baby cheeks and leans down in front of her.

"This will only hurt for a moment."

"Liar." Haven smirks.

Satine's eyes flicker back to the camera for a moment before a piercing scream sounds from the speaker and she jumps away from the TV. She covers her ears as she turns back to the little girl, the baby, as she flails in that chair, fighting her restraints as her skin begins to burn and her blood boils as it's mixed with the unamed and dangerous chemicals.

"Haven!" She calls over the screams and she turns it down a bit, enough for her to move her hands. "Haven, turn it off!" She looks up at the camera, only do be ignored.

Instead, the clip switches to a video filmed a year later. The little girl stands in the middle of a black mat with a young woman standing in front of her. Dreykov snaps from his seat on the edge of the room with a man and woman standing on either side of them, the ballerina teacher and one of the multiple coaches.

The older woman, who Satine remembers as Mila, without a moment to hesitate, turns over as she jumps and her ankle flies to the side of Satine's head. She falls to the floor on her stomach as Mila lands on her feet, barely seconds before the girl swings back around and kicks Mila's legs out from beneath her.

She's quick to attempt to get back up, but Satine foot jabs her right in the chin, sending her back to the ground. She rolls to her front as Satine stands and Mila pushes herself onto her hands and knees, only for the nine year-old to slam her foot against her back, knocking the wind out of her as she falls hard to her front. She inhales shakily as the little being turns her to her back and straddles her waist. She grabs her by the throat and in one swift push, Mila goes limp beneath her.

"And, there she goes." Haven sings and Satine takes a deep breath and a tear slips from her eye.

"What did I just do?" She stammers with her hand to her chest.